Today, habibi and I were invited to have iftar with my family in Dair Al Balah.

The gathering was warm, just like family always is.

We sat in the restaurant exchanging conversations.

I captured some of the small details:

My mother’s smile as she watched us all with love,

The sound of the adhan,

Maghrib prayer in congregation,

The beautiful aroma of the food,

And the sunset light reflecting on the faces, making them even more beautiful.

But I missed the most beautiful one of them all…

Baba habibi.

I had spoken to him on the phone that morning, but it wasn’t enough.

I truly miss him among us.

The table was missing you, Baba.

Fuck the occupation that keeps us apart.